"Any chance of a wing fix?" Sam gave a sheepish smile, holding his damaged wing pack, "Had a run in with a winter soldier..."
Tony looked up, flicking off his blowtorch as he pushed his mask up to see better. "I'll take a look." He took the pack, studying it for a moment before spreading it out on his workbench. "Geez. He really did some damage. Lucky I'm a genius." He flashed Sam a smile, setting the blowtorch aside to pull out the other tools he would need.













